After they both left the house, I walked up to my room. Jordan wouldn't be gone to long, being the dependable child she was, but Marinda is never up to any good. I have always regretted Marinda entering my life. She was always a trouble maker, and always in the way. Makenzy and Marinda were always enemies, and I should have listenned to her from the beginning.
My first problem came when Marinda's first child came a few months before Jordan. I was mad at Makenzy for one night. One night. That was one of the worst mistakes I ever made. Now I apparently have four children. I was so upset the night my wife died, I went into total shock. I could not believe she was dead. The part that upsets me is that I was not upset that my Makenzy died, but that I will never sleep around again. This brought my other two chidren into the picture. I never met them, and I am not planning to, for Jordan is the only daughter I evr wanted and will ever love with all my heart.
As I entered my room, I layed down in my bed, ready to take a nap when I saw one of Makenzy's diaries in the book case. I openned the book to my favorite page, the one where she admits her love to me. I read the page again, rememorizing my wife's loopy handwriting. As I reread the page, a little sheet of paper fell onto my hand, and I sat on my bed, openning the letter to see what was writtin inside. I saw the following letter.
Dear Allen,
Darling, you are the love of my life, the petals to my flower, the sun to my shine, but I know the feelings are not returned. One day, you are going to feel the real wrath of you little side girl. I will be dead by then, and there will be nothing we can do about that. It is not me that I'm worried about, but Jordan. She is going to suffer from your mistakes. After that girl with Marinda, don't have any other kids, otherwise you seal our daughter's death wish, Thanks honey. Love you. M
I reread the latter several times, making sure I read it correctly, suddenly feeling guilty. What does she know? She's dead. was the first thought came into my mind. I immeadetly regretted this thought, remembering the wonderful days with my wife. I reread it, relising she called Jordan a he. She will never know we had a little girl. She still doesn't know what she's talking about. I can all the children I want, Marinda is harmless. I looked at the letter once more, and folded it back up, never wanting to see it again. I got on my shoes, hheading to the door.
Before I left, I quickly left a short note on the table, telling Jordan I'd be home soon, and i ran out of the house looking for Marinda, needing to prove my wife wrong, even after she's dead.
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